dream clean sleep books

i really am in shock that even after four full holiday classed days, my body still wants to wake up before 9am. don't get me wrong, as i've said before, mornings are a lost treasure to that of teenagers. but still, am i completely deluded for wanting, just for a few hours, to fall into that clichéd stereotype of sleeping until noon? to be fair, for half of the aforementioned days, i have actually needed to be up before 9am. so i don't fully blame my body.

i haven't yet moved onto Book #2 of the list, (which i suspect will be Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, considering it is the only book on the list which i actually own) because of one factor. i only get to keep Paper Towns until next monday, so i'm re-reading it! this is the first ever book which i have read entirely, only to go right back to the beginning and once more read it cover to cover. although this time i plan to do it much more leisurely.

i'm more than disappointed at the weather. the gorgeous sunshine we were blessed with yesterday is now fighting through those nasty clouds. to clarify: i don't like it. bring back my sun! i need to do something about these tan lines...

so,

in my early arising this morning, i decided to put some items i had collected over my recent adventures into my little memory box - (i'm pretty sure i've mentioned this before, if i haven't there will be a post up soon informing you of the memory box). i popped them away, then decided to clear out my windowsill/ledge, whatever you want to call it. this led me to tidying my desk, and my bedside table, and the shelf above my bed, and my chest of drawers, and my wardrobe. i am a freak who enjoys cleaning. i believe it is a disease. all of this took me under twenty minutes. and my room is not small. it was infact a rushed attempt at organising and finding objects, as i lose EVERYTHING. mascara, concealer, hairbrushes, tweezers, pens, money. honestly. luckily i located it all, along with £42.40. yes. i FOUND £42.40. spread out across my room. none of it was in a purse. just lying around my room. that really is shocking. no wonder i lose pointless things like tweezers if i misplace that amount of money. the worst thing was, i didn't even realise it was missing.i am a dreamer. that's all i ever do. i throw myself into movies, songs and books, and dream. it's a form of escapism. i let my imagination run away with crazily gorgeous ideas of traveling through California in a convertible Volkswagen beetle, working in a shoddy diner in London to pay for the addiction to theatre, or moving to New York with the constant struggle of daring to become a writer. granted, none of these will probably ever come true, without a little push. i do want to work in London, i do want to travel through California and i definitely want to live in New York. the American Dream is utter madness, but why let madness hold you back? surely that should be the very reason.